"If you were here you would’ve seen
All the moments that you’ve missed;
Watched me turn 18,
Watched him graduate,
Met the first boy that I kissed.”
Me and Nuala (letsgointothemystic) made an advice video!
Also a youtube page!
Yeahh… we are not quite sure either!
Me and letsgointothemystic.tumblr.com makinga video… mostly about soup!
What I want most if all is someone who’ll hold me in the nights when I miss him more than I can explain.
When I can’t do anything but cry.
I want someone who will stay with me when I realise, yet again, that he is never coming home.
I made a sliiiight change!
I will never get close enough.
Can never satisfy the longing my cold heart felt for your warmth.
Can’t help but press myself closer, closer.
Trying to melt into you.
To drown in your comfort. Your silence.
So, me and mum were discussing pigeons (as you do) and it resulted in this comical comment.
Don't you know what Pigeon fanciers do?
I honestly don't think I want to!
"Maya;" means "illusion" or "enchantment" in Sanskrit and Pāli (from ma; "not" and ya; "this")
In Hinduism, Maya is the limited, purely physical and mental reality in which our everyday consciousness has become entangled.
I love that my name means Not This!
I want them to get distracted by thoughts of me, wondering if I feel the same.
To spend time rereading our conversations.
I want cute texts, just to make me smile.
I want to be adored.
there was the cutest little kid.
He was all tiny, with glasses and he was polite and adorable.
GENUINELY made me want a child a little bit!
I would’ve done anything to make you stay.
Sometimes it feels like I am not completely real.
I feel like I only exist when other people are around.
When I’m on my own I just seem to… Stop.
And for tonight, I am happy :)
Sometimes, when the night is dark, and quiet, and I am warm in the cocoon of my bed I can’t help but be overwhelmed.
Sometimes, although everything is calm and I am coping (I am always coping, in my own way) I can’t help but wonder what is the point.
Sometimes, when the past roars in my ears and floods my mind, I can’t help but feel that it wont ever, ever get better than this.
Sometimes, when I feel I am the only one in the whole world, I can’t help but wish I wasn’t here at all.